Story Notes:
The chapters in this story are in no way connected to each other, except for the fact that they are all inspired by song lyrics from "There's a river in the valley made of melting snow", by Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band, formerly The Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra and Tra-La-La Band, formerly A Silver Mt. Zion (ASMZ) and, at one point, The Silver Mountain Reveries. There will be 36 chapters, with none of them having more than 2000 words. Each will have its own topic, according to the individual titles. Each will have different characters and a different setting, in order to show just how many topics this song deals with. Speaking of which, in case you'd like to listen to it, you can find it on YouTube. I recommend this song; I've been listening to it for about three years now, and it just never gets old. There are so many things that come to my mind when listening to it, so now I'm trying to write them all down. Since the chapters are going to be really short, I think I'll be able to put a new one online every two days or so, depending on how much time I have. I know there are other projects I should be working on, but now I suddenly had this idea and I'd really like to see how it turns out. It's a bit hard to write stories that are so very short and still meaningful, but luckily they don't have to stand on their own, as they are mostly ways to interprete the song they are based on. Well, I hope I'll be able to update as often and as quickly as I am planning to, and I hope you'll enjoy reading and listening to "There's a river in the valley made of melting snow".
...and the mountain's heart did fucking break...
PLEASE NOTE: I do not own Pokémon, and I have to say that I'm kind of proud of it, because the idea of capturing animal-like creatures to make them fight each other is pretty sick, actually. Be this as it may, every species of Pokémon referred to in the following text and everything else that is a part of the Pokémon franchise is the property of their rightful owner, however, the actual story belongs to me. The title belongs to Thee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band/ The Silver Mountain Reveries. No copyright infringement is intended.
WARNING: This chapter contains a very brief scene of sexual intercourse between a male and a female Tyranitar, which can be interpreted as rape. If this bothers you in some way, then you might not want to keep on reading. I am not responsible for any kinds of mental damages that this story may or may not cause.
Thank you.
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Have you never heard that there's a river in the valley made of melting snow...?
...and the mountain's heart did fucking break...
"You should punish him," the female Tyranitar said lowly. She had taken her mate aside so that their son would not overhear them talking. Right now, the little Larvitar was sitting at the cave entrance, staring out into the ongoing snow storm.
"I don't know about that," Diroc replied reluctantly. His gaze was moving back and forth between his mate and his son. "He hasn't really done anything wrong, he just..."
"He failed," the female stated. She glared at Diroc in a way that silently told him that he should better not argue with her. "If you don't punish him, he's never going to try harder. Do you want him to let his prey escape for the rest of his life? Because that's not going to be a very long time if he doesn't get better at hunting!" In spite of the quiet warning, the male Tyranitar shook his head.
"He's still a Larvitar," he said lowly. "When I was his age, I often wasn't able to catch anything, either." His mate nodded, as if he had just agreed with her.
"I know that," she remarked. "However, I do hope you still remember what your father did to you whenever that happened." Diroc winced slightly and closed his eyes. He remembered. He remembered every single thing that his father had done to him, he remembered all the pain he had had to go through, he remembered the cruel punishments and the many tears he had shed. Diroc opened his eyes again and breathed deeply.
"I hated my father for what he did," he spoke, trying to keep looking his mate in the eyes, which was a hard thing to do, as she was slowly getting angrier. She snorted disparagingly.
"It was just for your best! It made you become big and strong!" She gave him a shove, and he stepped back. "Now go tell our son that he has to sleep outside of the cave for tonight, and if he can't bring home some prey, that's not going to change!" Diroc looked at the Larvitar and swallowed.
"I can't tell him that," he said in a desperate tone, "It'd be awfully cruel, and he..."
"What did I just tell you, Diroc?!" the female shouted. Diroc could see the Larvitar wince slightly and cover his ear holes up with his paws. "You have to be rough if you love your son! You might not have agreed with your father's methods, but in the end you could only survive because of him! Will you at least think about that for a moment?!" Diroc looked at the ground. It was very hard for him to think when he was getting yelled at. After he had kept quiet for a few seconds, his mate shoved him again.
"Do what I tell you," she said. "I don't care if you understand it or not, but it's what's best for our son." The male looked up at her again. He wanted to say something, but she was already angry and would probably not even listen. Also, he was not even certain about whether or not he had been right. Thinking about it again, he could not help but notice that many of the things his mate had said were true. If he loved his son, he would have to make sure that he would become strong.
Without saying anything else to his mate, he slowly turned around and walked towards the small Larvitar, who was still covering his ear holes. Diroc sat down next to him and looked outside. It was impossible to see further than a few steps because of the blizzard. Additionally, it was getting night. Diroc sighed deeply. This was a terrible place to live at. However, it was a sign of strength to have one's cave on a cold, inhospitable mountain, and as long as others were persuaded of one's strength, one did not have to worry about being attacked.
Diroc carefully touched his son's shoulder with one of his big front paws. The Larvitar lowered his paws and looked up at his father.
"Your mother and I..." The Tyranitar quickly stopped talking as he realized his mistake. His mate had often told him that he was the one who had to make sure that their son could fend for himself, while she was the one he should trust, the one he would be able to talk to. When Diroc thought about it, it had been the same way with his own parents. He started over.
"I'm very disappointed with you, son," he spoke lowly, trying not to make it sound like the lie it was. "You should have tried much harder." Diroc was staring straight ahead into the snow. He knew he would not be able to look at his son while telling him such terrible things.
"I did my best, father," the Larvitar replied quickly. "It's just that it was really hard to see because of the storm, and then I got stuck in a snowbank..." Diroc breathed deeply, which immediately made his son stop talking.
"Your mother..." He shook his head. "I have decided that you will sleep outside tonight, son," he said. The Larvitar gasped.
"Outside?" he repeated in an unbelieving tone. "But... father, I..."
"Don't argue with me!" The Tyranitar growled. He knew he was not a good actor, but he was doing his best. Still not looking at his son, he continued: "It's my decision. You'll sleep outside, and unless you actually manage to catch something, it'll stay this way. Do you understand?" A moment of silence followed.
"Yes, father," the Larvitar mumbled lowly. Diroc risked a quick gaze at him. His son was staring at the ground, shivering a little. Diroc opened his mouth to say something encouraging, but then quickly closed it again. He thought about hugging the Larvitar and telling him the truth for a minute, but he did not do that, either. He sighed inwardly and closed his eyes.
"Go," he spoke firmly. "And don't dare to come back inside before sunrise." Diroc watched his son stand up and slowly walk out of the cave, where the blizzard seemed to swallow him. His first instinct was to jump up and take the Larvitar back into the cave, but he forced himself to stay sitting where he was. He had to be cruel, or else his son would not become strong. If his son did not become strong, he would not be able to survive.
"Come here," he heard the voice of his mate. Diroc blinked, trying once more to see his son in the snow and the darkness, which was an impossible thing to do. He then stood up and turned around. The female Tyranitar was waiting for him deeper within the cave, where their sleeping area was. She was lying on her back, looking up at him with a small grin.
"You've done the right thing," she said in an amused tone, "it'll do him good to learn that there are consequences for failing. Besides..." she went on a little lower, now waving her tail at him, "...it'll also do us some good to have the cave just to ourselves for once, don't you think?" Diroc stared at her as she lolled on the ground, stretching her entire body and spreading her hind legs a little. As he kept quiet, she cooed: "It does get pretty cold up here sometimes, but I always feel a little hot, if you know what I mean..." She chuckled and winked at him. Diroc shook his head and slowly lay down on the ground next to her, facing away from her.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I'm really not feeling like..." He could not finish the sentence, as his mate grasped his neck with one of her front paws, making him gasp for air.
"Oh, I apologize if I made that sound like you had a choice, believe me, it wasn't my intention." She used her other paw to make him roll over, so that he was now lying on top of her. She opened her mouth and licked her teeth while tightly holding him to her.
"Now, show me what a big, strong male like you does in such a situation," she whispered. Diroc knew he would not be able to get out of this without giving his mate what she wanted. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then held down her front paws with his and began ramming himself into her forcefully. Very soon, her lustful moans filled the cave, but he tried not to pay them any attention. He would simply keep going until it was over.
When they were finished, he lay down next to his mate and closed his eyes without saying a single word. Fortunately she did not seem to expect him to talk to her, as he could soon hear her snoring lightly. Diroc's thoughts went back to his father. He knew he had no right to complain. The old Tyranitar had brought him up well. Diroc had his own cave, he had a mate and a son. Granted, he would rather have lived at a warmer place and without that awful female that lay next to him, but it was still more than most others had. Life was hard. It was important to take whatever one could get, and that was what he had to teach his son, too.
He wondered if his son would come to hate him, just how Diroc had always hated his father. This thought made him shed a tear, but he quickly remembered that a big, strong male should never cry. Diroc breathed deeply and decided to just try to fall asleep.
The male Tyranitar awoke relatively late the next day. Noticing that his mate was not lying next to him, he quickly stood up and walked through the cave. He saw her at the entrance, sitting on the ground, holding her son embraced, who was snuggled closely to her. The female nodded at her mate. As the Larvitar noticed that his father was there, he raised his head.
The expression in his eyes made Diroc turned around and walk deeper into the cave again, where he sat down and covered his face with his front paws. However, it was no use. His son would hate him for it, but he had to make sure he would grow up to be a powerful and confident Tyranitar, just like Diroc. This was the only way to have a good life.
(1806 words)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:This chapter contained an unusually high amount of irony. This wasn't planned at first, but as I wrote it, I thought that might actually make it more effective. Well, I hope that worked. If there's anything you'd like to talk about with me, or if anything's unclear, please write a review or send an email to [email protected]. Concerning the next chapter, it will be called "...at the sight of your nervous hands...", and I should be able to upload it tomorrow, and... that's about it...
Please be free...
-- Lion vom Silberwal
WARNING: This chapter contains a very brief scene of sexual intercourse between a male and a female Tyranitar, which can be interpreted as rape. If this bothers you in some way, then you might not want to keep on reading. I am not responsible for any kinds of mental damages that this story may or may not cause.
Thank you.
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...and the mountain's heart did fucking break...
"You should punish him," the female Tyranitar said lowly. She had taken her mate aside so that their son would not overhear them talking. Right now, the little Larvitar was sitting at the cave entrance, staring out into the ongoing snow storm.
"I don't know about that," Diroc replied reluctantly. His gaze was moving back and forth between his mate and his son. "He hasn't really done anything wrong, he just..."
"He failed," the female stated. She glared at Diroc in a way that silently told him that he should better not argue with her. "If you don't punish him, he's never going to try harder. Do you want him to let his prey escape for the rest of his life? Because that's not going to be a very long time if he doesn't get better at hunting!" In spite of the quiet warning, the male Tyranitar shook his head.
"He's still a Larvitar," he said lowly. "When I was his age, I often wasn't able to catch anything, either." His mate nodded, as if he had just agreed with her.
"I know that," she remarked. "However, I do hope you still remember what your father did to you whenever that happened." Diroc winced slightly and closed his eyes. He remembered. He remembered every single thing that his father had done to him, he remembered all the pain he had had to go through, he remembered the cruel punishments and the many tears he had shed. Diroc opened his eyes again and breathed deeply.
"I hated my father for what he did," he spoke, trying to keep looking his mate in the eyes, which was a hard thing to do, as she was slowly getting angrier. She snorted disparagingly.
"It was just for your best! It made you become big and strong!" She gave him a shove, and he stepped back. "Now go tell our son that he has to sleep outside of the cave for tonight, and if he can't bring home some prey, that's not going to change!" Diroc looked at the Larvitar and swallowed.
"I can't tell him that," he said in a desperate tone, "It'd be awfully cruel, and he..."
"What did I just tell you, Diroc?!" the female shouted. Diroc could see the Larvitar wince slightly and cover his ear holes up with his paws. "You have to be rough if you love your son! You might not have agreed with your father's methods, but in the end you could only survive because of him! Will you at least think about that for a moment?!" Diroc looked at the ground. It was very hard for him to think when he was getting yelled at. After he had kept quiet for a few seconds, his mate shoved him again.
"Do what I tell you," she said. "I don't care if you understand it or not, but it's what's best for our son." The male looked up at her again. He wanted to say something, but she was already angry and would probably not even listen. Also, he was not even certain about whether or not he had been right. Thinking about it again, he could not help but notice that many of the things his mate had said were true. If he loved his son, he would have to make sure that he would become strong.
Without saying anything else to his mate, he slowly turned around and walked towards the small Larvitar, who was still covering his ear holes. Diroc sat down next to him and looked outside. It was impossible to see further than a few steps because of the blizzard. Additionally, it was getting night. Diroc sighed deeply. This was a terrible place to live at. However, it was a sign of strength to have one's cave on a cold, inhospitable mountain, and as long as others were persuaded of one's strength, one did not have to worry about being attacked.
Diroc carefully touched his son's shoulder with one of his big front paws. The Larvitar lowered his paws and looked up at his father.
"Your mother and I..." The Tyranitar quickly stopped talking as he realized his mistake. His mate had often told him that he was the one who had to make sure that their son could fend for himself, while she was the one he should trust, the one he would be able to talk to. When Diroc thought about it, it had been the same way with his own parents. He started over.
"I'm very disappointed with you, son," he spoke lowly, trying not to make it sound like the lie it was. "You should have tried much harder." Diroc was staring straight ahead into the snow. He knew he would not be able to look at his son while telling him such terrible things.
"I did my best, father," the Larvitar replied quickly. "It's just that it was really hard to see because of the storm, and then I got stuck in a snowbank..." Diroc breathed deeply, which immediately made his son stop talking.
"Your mother..." He shook his head. "I have decided that you will sleep outside tonight, son," he said. The Larvitar gasped.
"Outside?" he repeated in an unbelieving tone. "But... father, I..."
"Don't argue with me!" The Tyranitar growled. He knew he was not a good actor, but he was doing his best. Still not looking at his son, he continued: "It's my decision. You'll sleep outside, and unless you actually manage to catch something, it'll stay this way. Do you understand?" A moment of silence followed.
"Yes, father," the Larvitar mumbled lowly. Diroc risked a quick gaze at him. His son was staring at the ground, shivering a little. Diroc opened his mouth to say something encouraging, but then quickly closed it again. He thought about hugging the Larvitar and telling him the truth for a minute, but he did not do that, either. He sighed inwardly and closed his eyes.
"Go," he spoke firmly. "And don't dare to come back inside before sunrise." Diroc watched his son stand up and slowly walk out of the cave, where the blizzard seemed to swallow him. His first instinct was to jump up and take the Larvitar back into the cave, but he forced himself to stay sitting where he was. He had to be cruel, or else his son would not become strong. If his son did not become strong, he would not be able to survive.
"Come here," he heard the voice of his mate. Diroc blinked, trying once more to see his son in the snow and the darkness, which was an impossible thing to do. He then stood up and turned around. The female Tyranitar was waiting for him deeper within the cave, where their sleeping area was. She was lying on her back, looking up at him with a small grin.
"You've done the right thing," she said in an amused tone, "it'll do him good to learn that there are consequences for failing. Besides..." she went on a little lower, now waving her tail at him, "...it'll also do us some good to have the cave just to ourselves for once, don't you think?" Diroc stared at her as she lolled on the ground, stretching her entire body and spreading her hind legs a little. As he kept quiet, she cooed: "It does get pretty cold up here sometimes, but I always feel a little hot, if you know what I mean..." She chuckled and winked at him. Diroc shook his head and slowly lay down on the ground next to her, facing away from her.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I'm really not feeling like..." He could not finish the sentence, as his mate grasped his neck with one of her front paws, making him gasp for air.
"Oh, I apologize if I made that sound like you had a choice, believe me, it wasn't my intention." She used her other paw to make him roll over, so that he was now lying on top of her. She opened her mouth and licked her teeth while tightly holding him to her.
"Now, show me what a big, strong male like you does in such a situation," she whispered. Diroc knew he would not be able to get out of this without giving his mate what she wanted. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then held down her front paws with his and began ramming himself into her forcefully. Very soon, her lustful moans filled the cave, but he tried not to pay them any attention. He would simply keep going until it was over.
When they were finished, he lay down next to his mate and closed his eyes without saying a single word. Fortunately she did not seem to expect him to talk to her, as he could soon hear her snoring lightly. Diroc's thoughts went back to his father. He knew he had no right to complain. The old Tyranitar had brought him up well. Diroc had his own cave, he had a mate and a son. Granted, he would rather have lived at a warmer place and without that awful female that lay next to him, but it was still more than most others had. Life was hard. It was important to take whatever one could get, and that was what he had to teach his son, too.
He wondered if his son would come to hate him, just how Diroc had always hated his father. This thought made him shed a tear, but he quickly remembered that a big, strong male should never cry. Diroc breathed deeply and decided to just try to fall asleep.
The male Tyranitar awoke relatively late the next day. Noticing that his mate was not lying next to him, he quickly stood up and walked through the cave. He saw her at the entrance, sitting on the ground, holding her son embraced, who was snuggled closely to her. The female nodded at her mate. As the Larvitar noticed that his father was there, he raised his head.
The expression in his eyes made Diroc turned around and walk deeper into the cave again, where he sat down and covered his face with his front paws. However, it was no use. His son would hate him for it, but he had to make sure he would grow up to be a powerful and confident Tyranitar, just like Diroc. This was the only way to have a good life.
(1806 words)
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter End Notes:This chapter contained an unusually high amount of irony. This wasn't planned at first, but as I wrote it, I thought that might actually make it more effective. Well, I hope that worked. If there's anything you'd like to talk about with me, or if anything's unclear, please write a review or send an email to [email protected]. Concerning the next chapter, it will be called "...at the sight of your nervous hands...", and I should be able to upload it tomorrow, and... that's about it...
Please be free...
-- Lion vom Silberwal